The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
16. Educating the Heart and Cleansing the Heart
Ayra and Bik Asih were half-run towards the dressing room. Bram was standing in front of a large mirror. The man was not wearing clothes.
His field chest was clearly exposed from the mirror reflection. Both Netra Ayra who have lashes charmed for a few seconds saw something that first became a scene of something that was once haram and now became halal even though touched by the soft fingers of Ayra.
Bram looked at his reflection in the mirror with a slight tilt of his head. He was so shocked that there were many red marks on his neck. Even when he turned and looked at the red markings that were smeared like a tiger, he grew frustrated and pulled his hair.
"What did you do to me last night, huh!?"
Ayra just lowered her head. She dared not make a sound even looking at her husband.
"Den.... Patience. That was probably Non Ayra panicked last night. Do not be angry with the wife later his provision becomes narrow loh den...."
"Let's..... Silence Asih! you want to defend this woman? Just like papa and mama?!"
Bram snorted in annoyance and came out of the dressing room. Then disappeared from his room somewhere.
"Propay for Non. Den Bram likes it. Can't control speech and emotions."
Ayra smiled at the Asih. Not looking angry sadness or disappointment because it had just got anger from the husband only seen a glimpse of the look of a sad face but quickly replaced with a sweet smile that adorns his face.
"Yes bik. Ayra remembered Umi's message. A wife or husband must be patient to face a husband or wife whose morals are not good. The goal is that we can cleanse and educate our hearts, in order to be more patient and better."
"Until when is Non. Aunty wouldn't have the heart to keep den Bram so much as Non Ayra."
The voice of Asih sounded soft.
"Until the morals of our husband or wife it becomes good or clean because of the cleanliness of our hearts. Until the morals of our husband or wife who has not been good morals was changed to good behavior bik. God willing. Pray that Ayra will be given patience until then."
Ayra smiled sweetly.
A sweet smile was also engraved on the face of the woman who was the main mistress of the house. On the second floor there is one of the main rooms inhabited by Mr. Erlangga and mistress Lukis.
The mistress of the painting was hugging tightly the body of her husband who was still dashing at his age.
"Cups"
Mr. Erlangga kissed his wife's forehead.
"You know Ma, I don't know why looking at Ayra's face was a shade. Hearing his words was like a spiritual shower. His meek attitude makes Papa feel unbearable if a woman as good as him becomes a victim of the selfishness of your eldest son."
Lady Lukis raised her head because her husband's body was taller than hers.
"Does Papa feel the warmth of being loved and cared for by a child?"
Mr. Erlangga pulled Mrs Painted Back into his arms.
"Hem. Papa felt like a parent who was being put in front of Ayra. A new feeling you feel when you meet Ayra."
"Not for Bambang Pa?"
"Maybe feeling the affection and attention of two daughters-in-law will make us slow down in aging ma. Hehe."
"Three Pa."
"Two ma. One only attaches importance to career not family."
"Pa.... Don't say that in front of Beni. Her relationship with Bram never improved."
"Today will improve, not because of love like Bram has but because your second son will get something that is not from hard work like Bram got."
Madam Lukis raised one of her eyebrows.
"It's up to you guys. Please try to hold your ego and emotions. Ayra seemed to be unfamiliar with the debate that put forward emotions. Mama saw clearly several times her expression was so shocked by the commotion of Papa and Bram."
The couple finally broke their arms and prepared to go down to the first floor. They will pick up their third son Bambang Pradipta and his wife Maharani Kuncoro who for almost a year is not recognized as part of the Pradipta family. For marrying the granddaughter of the man who had seized the company from Mr. Erlangga's father long ago.